In the living room the voice-clock sang tick-tock seven o'clock time to get up time to get up seven o'clock as if it were afrai tht nobody would the morning house lay empty the clock ticked on repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness seven-nine breakfast time seven-nine
The train had set out, and he would not return. You hedeheneng, let him as you shed a tear. If you do not live up to the good, I like you, and you also like me.